Sunday, February 5, 2012

title pic Delusion

Posted by dulwichmum on Thu 25 October 2007

Tonight my mother Brenda breezed in unannounced for a quick visit following her Roman Catholic book group. She enjoys the opportunities the group affords her to snoop around other people’s houses and I am sure she secretly considers it a slightly cosier version of Through the keyhole

While I was supervising the munchkins’ bath time, she donned some marigolds and began to clean out my fridge;

“I can’t abide a grubby fridge,” she said – she really is so very supportive (grrr). While I was still upstairs I heard her shriek with laughter, and when I eventually came down she was belittling some of my fresh chilled products.

“What in the name of God and all of his Saints and Angels is this?” she laughed. “It is just rice pudding with jam tarted up! What are you like?” she scorned.

“Oh mother, I don’t care what it is as long as it keeps everyone happy,” I said popping the carton of vanilla risotto with raspberry coulis back into the chiller cabinet.

I would never dream of telling her what I read the other day in The Daily Telegraph, it would break her heart. Brenda always wears a special medal containing one of Padre Pio’s dried up blood flakes…nice!

Ana has been enjoying her puddings rather a lot lately, indeed her little fingers have swelled up like tiny cocktail sausages.

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